The two of them were immediately frozen in place. After a long time, Beitang Yao stood up and put down the microphone, coughing softly a few times.
"Forget it, I'll leave first." Du Ziheng also gave up entangling with Beitang Yao, this stubborn and unhelpful cold man, thinking it was better to find a way to plead with the original owner himself.
This was the kind of girl mommy liked, quiet and serene, pure and beautiful enough to melt one's heart.
Du Ziheng walked out of Beitang Yao's office with a confident stride, a smile curving at the corner of his mouth.
Beitang Yao understood Du Ziheng's womanizing mindset. He certainly wouldn't give up, and if he couldn't prevail with him, he'd find a way to win elsewhere.
He picked up the microphone and dialed the extension to Xia Qingqian's office, frowning as he spoke a few words before hanging up the phone.
